Kiko ignored Sander’s faux charm as best he could, but it really was disgusting. He chatted with residents of Mount Angus and surrounding towns like he didn’t despise their existence, even going so far as to rest his hand atop Chad’s mother’s when she arrived with her stack of cookbooks. Kiko had been concerned the woman would faint right there, or worse, dive across the table and try to kiss him. But just when she’d begun pestering the chef for his number Chad appeared, somehow convincing her to wait until everyone else had had their turn.
“We have to buy our own books here?” asked Buddy, and Kiko turned to him, somewhat surprised to see him here at Yolks on You. Buddy rarely frequented anyplace in Mount Angus that wasn’t strictly a bar, but Kiko wouldn’t object to local support.
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